Chapter 33
Sarah
The way his hand stroked my cheek made me shiver down to my core. His eyes were sparkling with lust, but there was something else behind his stare. A hint of gentleness I’d never seen in the eyes of American’s newest playboy. I planted my hands softly on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat as our lips ventured closer and closer together. My soul was alight with happiness as our lips connected with one another’s, but the tone of the evening didn’t stay gentle for long.
His arms snaked around my back, pinning me to his body. Our tongues danced, and our teeth banged together, but I could feel his raging cock growing underneath me. Slowly, we peeled each other’s layers off, like the leaves of a banana ready for the taking. His skin felt hot against mine like he was trying to set me on fire with nothing but his touch. My skin tingled with every crevice his hands dipped into, and at first, I simply took in the sensations.
His lips upon my neck. His teeth grazing my pulse point. My back on the floor in front of our couch while my hands raked through his hair. I could feel my pussy dripping, leaking for him as his tongue rolled around my sensitive, aching nipple. I was trembling with want for him. My hands were reaching for any muscle they could bury themselves into, so I could memorize another part of his body.
I looked down at him and saw his eyes already staring back at me. He smirked, that glimmer of boyish charm nestled directly underneath his eyes as his lips started to drag themselves downward. I propped my feet up, opening my body to him as his hands caressed the backs of my legs. One heel was on the couch while the other was on the coffee table. I wanted him as close as I could get him.
“I want to suck your cock. Please.”
His eyes shot up to me and darkened in an instant. He hovered over my pussy, blowing light streams of air that had me hissing with delight. I watched as he maneuvered himself over me, his cock touching the tip of my lips as his mouth hovered over my pussy. His knees positioned beside my head as his hands held my knees back, spreading me even wider for him as I parted my lips.
I gagged on the thickness of his cock reaching the back of my throat as he slowly lapped at my pussy.
Together, we moaned. Together, we writhed. Together we threw each other into places of ecstasy neither of us knew existed. I loved this man. I loved everything about him, and all I wanted to do was make him feel good.
All I wanted to do was make him come so hard his head spun.
My hands gripped his chiseled ass cheeks as his hips began rolling into my face. Spit started dripping down my cheeks, and my pussy started leaking down my ass crack. I could feel him massaging my legs. Caressing my skin while his tongue devoured my clit. He sucked and flicked and swayed, pressing in and ghosting over its tip. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my throat closed down onto his cock, and in an instant, I was coming on his face.
I felt him shaking on top of me as he hummed into my pussy.
His cock muffled my cries of love for him as I felt his hot come jet down the back of my throat. I dug my fingernails into his body, pulling him as deep as I could get him while spit ran down my neck. He buried his face between my legs, lapping me up as our orgasms wracked our bodies.
But when we finally stopped trembling with our pleasure, he slid his still-hard cock from between my lips.
I laid there as I swallowed down the mixture of spit and pre-come still sitting in my cheeks. I heaved for air as Mason crawled off me, and I could feel his arms pulling me into his lap. He sat with his back against the couch, his lips covering my neck and chest in kisses as I tried to catch my breath.
My head was still spinning even as he slid his cock deep into my throbbing pussy.
“Oh, Sarah,” he said, groaning. “You look ravishing.”
Our foreheads connected, and we couldn’t take our eyes off one another. His large hands planted firmly on my hips, and he helped me roll just the way he wanted while we breathed each other’s air. The droplets of sweat mingled with Mason’s come slid down my body, dripping off my nipples as his hands clamped down into my skin. His darkened stare was full of want for me, and the moment I finally found my strength, I connected our lips once again.
I bounced in his lap, covering him in my juices as they coated his skin. My hands braced against the couch cushions behind him, providing me with leverage as his body shook. He filled me in ways I could’ve never dreamed of, hitting spots that shook me and pull wails of passion from my throat.
His arms had never held me so tight as he clung to me, his hips pounding up into my pussy as I rode his thick dick.
I collapsed into his lap in a fit of breaths as I tried to regain my strength. He picked me up, his hands grasping my ass, before he walked me over to the window. My back hit the cold glass and I squealed in surprise, but his lips soon covered mine as his cock began to move within me.
“There is no woman on this planet that’s ever done to me what you do,” he said.
I threw my arms around his neck and clung to him as he pressed me deeper into the glass. His hands planted firmly on either side of my body while my legs clung to him, and all I could do was hang on for the ride. His massive cock pumped deep within me, his hips pushing me up a mountain I didn’t think was possible. My body was already shaking, and my lips were covering him in kisses. My teeth nipped at his beautiful muscles while his tan skin pressed against every inch of my body. I could feel his strong chest sliding against my sensitive nipples, throwing electrical sensations all around my body as I moaned into the crook of his neck.
But when I felt that heated pulse begin again behind my pelvis, I raised my gaze and connected my stare with his.
“I love you, Mason. I love you so much,” I said, whispering.
He stopped, just for a moment while his eyes searched mine. He thrust, keeping our gazes connected as I gasped in pleasure. Slowly but surely, he started up his pace again, our eyes never leaving one another’s as he pounded harder and harder into me.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he said. “I want to see your pleasure wash over them.”
“Fuck, Mason. The things you do to me,” I said.
“Trust me, I know.”
He fucked me against the glass as my juices dripped down, and I could feel my thighs slick with our arousal and the sweat from our bodies. As his cock hit behind my clit from the inside, all I could do was lay weakened against the glass. His rock-solid body was pressed into me, working for my pleasure. I felt his dick throbbing against my walls.
“I want you to cum with me, Sarah. Come with me now.”
I whimpered and gasped as he thrust deeper and deeper into me. I kept my eyes on him, as hard as it was, and the moment I felt my body finally give way, I heard a dark chuckle seep from his lips.
“That’s it. Let it wash over you. Let it take you to places you’ve never been before.”
My body went limp against the window while his cock poured into me for a second time. His face pressed into the crook of my neck, groaning as the imprint of our bodies connected together fused to the glass. I felt him kissing. Nipping. Biting. Marking. I threw my arms around his neck as our bodies slid to the floor, still connected with one another. When my eyes fluttered open, my gaze was met with the flushed, smiling face of the man I’d come to love.
“Stay with me tonight,” he said.
“Didn’t we technically agree to take a break from one another?” I asked.
“Don’t keep me away from you anymore, Sarah. Just let me be next to you,” he said.
His words were so heartfelt, and there was so much hurt behind his eyes. I pulled myself from his lap, the soaking wet sound making us both chuckle slightly before our mixture dripped down my legs. I saw Mason’s expression grow curious as he looked toward my pussy, and as his hands traveled up the sides of my legs, I felt every atom in my body give itself over to him.
“If you say yes,” he said as he approached my pussy, “you might get a little treat.”
“Oh,” I said breathlessly. “That-that feels …”
“Good?” he asked as he kissed my pussy lips.
“I guess I could spare an evening,” I said.
He lightly licked my pussy lips as I heard him moan.
“You should taste us together,” he said. “It’s a wonderful combination.”
I giggled as he rushed up my body and scooped me up into his arms
“Why don’t we venture on into the bedroom?” he asked as he walked me toward the stairs. “We might find a bit more comfort collapsing onto a mattress instead of a hardwood floor.”
“Don’t we have a mess to clean up?” I asked. “I feel like we might’ve made a mess.”
“That can wait until tomorrow,” he said as he started up the steps. “Right now, you’re the only thing I’m concerned about.”
I clung to him as we made our way into his bedroom. The door shut behind us with a thud as he slowly lowered me to his bed, my black hair flaring out on the pillow. He hovered over me. I could see the marks I’d already left on his body rising to the surface, and I smiled while my fingertips danced over each and every one of them.
“I love you, Sarah,” he said, looking into my eyes.
“I love you, too, Mason.”